St Jude

St Jude, named after one of the 12 apostles (the patron saint of lost causes, not to be confused with the more notorious Judas), provides something simple, restful and hopeful in this converted corner store.

We’re told there was some competition for the spot, with bids coming in from a pizza joint and a deli, but we’re sure glad that this cafe popped up instead, serving a piping hot organic Peruvian brew from Rush Coffee in the central highlands and bursting toasted sandwiches of rare roast beef, sweet pickled onion and horseradish-buttermilk dressing.

The fit-out is the handiwork of Surry Hills designer Arthur Koutoulas and displays bespoke pieces, a retro nod here and there and plenty of simple, clean lines.

Locals prop up at the street-side seating, while friendly staff are attentive and happily make suggestions should you struggle to decide between the Welsh rarebit or the daily breakfast sanga. It might be named for St Jude, but there ain’t no lost causes here.